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The content of this project is obviously about food.
But food as a connecting thing, food as an essential part of a family.
Because where else do you meet, do you speak, about good and bad things, do you laugh and cry, shout..as in the kitchen or better on the dining table.
You feel that others care for you, and you see that others are there, you don't even have to speak.
Because of that, food is such an emotional thing.
And emotions, will turn to memories.
In course of the university project "Familiengeschichten", family stories, I collected food memories.
I asked everyone two questions: What importance has food in your life, or what significates it, as a cultural, emotional, social thing? Do you have a memory with your family connected with food?
So people told me, and I tried to put the stories into still lifes.
Still life the genre of the unsean, ordinary things, put in another context.

THE POZIONI SHOW

My mom would put all the food on the table and let as the freedom to prepare the dish of our fantasy.

We were the star cooks and could surprise the audience with the crasiest dishes ever.

Sometimes we made also some wish dishes, but just when we were in a good mood.

You don't need anything but a lot of fantasy, and maybe a lucky hand in picking the food, after we were finished.

Lara, 21, Kaltern, south tyrol,Italy

Like maybe in every italian family, the thing which comes in my mind is the italian sunday lunch.

We were all together, in the garden with a big table.

The ladies prepared the food, homemade pasta with ragú and we prepared everything else.

Imagine like 30 people, all together on a table, grandparents, parents, cusins, oncles...

a lot of noise, but even more love.

Ivan, 25, Napoli

I love the three K's ( Kaffee, Kippchen, Kuchen) or better the three C's (coffee, cigarettes and cake).

When I was little we always went to my grandmas house to have lunch.

Those events always ended with a good cup of coffee, cake and maybe a cigarette.

So when I was little I loved the smell of those three together, and today I also love the taste.

So Jim Jarmusch's sentence isn't that right, because it should be:

Coffee, cigarettes AND cake, that's a combination

Francesca, 22, Germany

Spanish people always eat when they meet eachother.

Always.

Actually it is a pretty strange thing, meeting without eating something.

A dish of my family is certainly Paella.

It takes a lot of time to make a good paella, and good cooking skills.

So who makes the paella is the real heart of the family and you know that he really cares about everyone.

Clara, 25 Valencia, Spain

When I moved from the states to South tyrol i first didn't understand how people could eat something like bread with jam in the morning.

I wanted to have something which really filled my stomach, to have a good day!

I wanted to have bacon and egg, but my grandma always put bread and jam in front of me, and I HAD to eat it.

By now I got used to it and I really really like south tyrolian food.

Aly, 20, Bozen, Italy

I remember that we always went to my grandpas farm when I was little.

The whole family.

And there would be always be watermelon. I remember that I always ate the biggest piece, even if I was the only little girl and the others were all adults. The piece was always bigger than my little footballface. :)

So, because of that I loved and still go crazy about watermelons.

Verena, 21, Neumarkt, Italy

My mom was a single mom.

I remember that sometimes she would put me and my brother in the bath tub, when we had to eat Spaghetti with tomatoe souce.

In that way the kitchen walls would stay clean, and we had fun with our swimming plates.

Anna, 21, Hamburg, Germany

If you cook for someone, that is a very romantic thing, because

you show who you are.

I mean, if put fries and sausage on the plate.....

I don't know what your beloved would say..

Philipp, 23, Kastelruth, Italy

Last sunday we were at a dinner from my daughter, because of the birthday of her 1 year old.

We all ate Knödel (a traditional southtyrolian dish), everyone was so happy that the little girl could already eat.

I thought to me and me:

" Oh this little girl has already more teeth as me!"

How strange life is.

Josef, 80, Italy

What connects me and my brothers is the pirate cake.

Everytime when one of us had birthday my mom would make it.

We woke up in the morning, and as we came in the table was already prepared with beautiful flowers and the pirate cake with the candles on.

We had to blow them out, all together, my dad made a picture and then we all could eat it for breakfast.

I remember "hamburger, rice and corn", my mom would make a ton of it, so that it would last for a week.

We were a pretty big family. I have 6 brothers and we hadn't a lot of money growing up.

I had never eaten it before, and after it neither.

My mom made dishes with very simple ingredients, but always good.

It was in college when I really realized that we were poor.

Corey, America, 30

I remember one time.

We were at a funeral, i think my aunt died.

I remember that there was "Wienerschnitzel" as funeral feast. In that time, I was really little, I loved WIenerschnitzel.

I remember that it was so good, even if the occasio wasen't.

I remember that I didn't do make homework, so my mom got angry and I had to make them right after the funeral.

But the Schnitzel was good.

I am the biggest believer of the theory, that carrots are just something for bugs bunny.

My mom was not.

She was always worried that I didn't get enough vitamins so like all the smart and wonderful moms, she decided to play hide-and-seek against her stubborn daughter in sneaking yucky carrots inside of all of my favorite foods.

until one evening... It was a nice mother, daughter cooking evening, until those disgunsting orange things came into my view.

I saw her grating them so finely, it was just blobs of unappetizing orange puree floating in the white bowl. In a split of a second, I saw her quickly dumping the whole bowl of nasty carrot into the meat mixture!

“Why are you doing this, mom? Itʼs my bun but I canʼt eat it now, YIKES!”

“Sweety, you are a big girl now, and you are strong enough to conquer your fears, arenʼt you? I know you donʼt like carrots, but just try it once today, ok?”

I inspected them, but I didn't find any carrots!

“Mom, I donʼt get it, itʼs so strange! Where did all the carrots go?”

Then I saw the smile on my motherʼs face grew wider and wider. She chuckled:”Itʼs always the same bun, silly.”

Skye, Toronto

As you know I don't really like eating. I mean is a it has a socialising caracter and it's nice to sit there with friends..but let's put it like that..I better like to get drunk with them.:)

When I was little I loved food, I loved eating. I remember that we always met sundays and ate together, cusins, aunts, all the family. My dad made his spactaculous antipasti and my grandma the fried pasta.

I loved it. I would give everything just to get such a moment back.

I think my present dislike for food, or call it what u want, is because I have lost this sense of family

this happiness, which just family can give to you.

Francesca, 40, Rome Italy